A Hard Confession
by Jim HayesThe confessional opens, a drunk staggers in,
sits down and says nothing at all.
When some minutes go by and he doesn’t begin
his confession the priest taps the wall.
Then goes rat-a-tat, when there’s still no response
from beyond the shuttered divider;
“No use knocking pal,” said the drunkard at once;
“There’s no paper in this one either.”